Unter Null

The irony is killing me
You twist the knife but not to bleed
The game you play is growing old
Give unto them and leave me cold
Rip my flesh of dignity
Break my heart and set me free
Drag me down to depths unseen
Twist the knife, make me bleed
Hating, lying, fearful you
Living life is killing you
Dethroned, depraved, you're starving and scared
Searching hopelessly, choking on air
Scar your arms and wear them proud
Grin through pain and numb yourself
What you call life is truly death